full moon rising on the waters of my soul
Whining a bit, Amun nodded at Sam's suggestion. The potter took out his journal and began sketching. Although he tried to work as quickly as possible, it still took an embarrassingly long time. Eventually, though, he flipped the notebook around for the bookmaker to see. On one page, there were two men standing side by side with easels in front of them. Both of them held paintbrushes and both of them were fully clothed.
On the other page, there was only one man with an easel and paintbrush. The other man lounged on a couch, draped over it. There was only a sheet on this man: other than that, he was naked. Hesitating, the guild master waited for the other man to look before closing the book.
Frowning, Amun pointed at his crotch. Then he shrugged. Opening his mouth, he flicked one of his fangs with his fingers. The other hand slid down Sam's leg to squeeze the redhead's knee.
On the other page, there was only one man with an easel and paintbrush. The other man lounged on a couch, draped over it. There was only a sheet on this man: other than that, he was naked. Hesitating, the guild master waited for the other man to look before closing the book.
Frowning, Amun pointed at his crotch. Then he shrugged. Opening his mouth, he flicked one of his fangs with his fingers. The other hand slid down Sam's leg to squeeze the redhead's knee.
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